The following account was recorded in the agent's log during your transmission: Gigantic crystal shards are piercing upwards from the snow-covered, black stone floor of some kind of ancient temple, like they've been frozen in place for millennia. The air's heavy and still, with this dry, static charge that makes my skin itch, and I can smell the faint scent of smoke and burned stone... umm, it's darkening outside, but I can see a thin sliver of sunlight slicing through the crystal shards, creating these tiny rainbows that are somehow interacting with intricate hieroglyphs etched into the stone walls. The crescent moon is also just hovering inside the temple, above the shards.